Hard Eyes Young Boy

Hard Eyes Young Boy
Mom and dad got you
A shiny sharp new toy
Needles outside your door
The life you never asked for
That pungent chemical smell
From the kitchen of Hell
The latest phone in one hand 
Out to meet with an older 
Youth from the local gang
Cash for a bag to bring in
It's just a matter of time before
You'l be raided by the S.W.A.T. team
It's a hard life for a young kid
With a secured 18 year bid
Lost innocence is the sentence
Damned how you were raised
Face on the ground
Resist until you are tased
In comes the storm
And I still wonder why,
Why you were born